When I was a child I had both the mumps, measles, as well as the standard bouts of colds and fever. By far the most comforting expression of care would be when I was in bed covered by a blanket and mother would bring into the bedroom a bowl of warm cream of mushroom soup with saltine crackers crumbled over the top. A close second expression of care would be on road trips when we pulled over next a roadside stand for fresh produce. Preparing the sandwiches, mother would turn to us boys in the back seat of the car and ask us how big a tomato slice we wanted? She then would cut the slices to perfect specification. Such expressions of care bring long-term feelings of warmth.
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